Joe was the 33 year old, 6’10” bodybuilding exhibitionist who lived next door to my cousin, Matt, whom we turned into our personal, muscle slave boy. Matt and I enjoyed busting other males’ balls tremendously and we first encountered the hulking bull with his unbelievably fat, overgrown testicles in the summer. Both of us, cherubic-looking, apparently innocent, small-built 16 year olds lured the big dumb oaf into a fight, busted his ample balls, took him down, and then humiliated him to make him our bitch. The beefy masochist seemed to enjoy the abuse and we continued to dish out testicular abuse on our semi-willing, big-balled victim whenever we felt like it.
Joe's fat balls and comparatively tiny dick.
Busting a bigger guy’s balls to reduce him to a defeated, sobbing mess turned me on immensely. Nothing was hotter than humiliating an apparently tougher, larger man by taking advantage of his weak point – his genitals. Joe was already 350 pounds of beefy muscle when we had our first encounter, but I wanted him to grow bigger and so Matt and I forced him to spend more time in the gym, lift more weights, drink lots more protein shakes, and eat as much as he could force into his pudgy face. As a result, by about 6 months later, Joe ballooned to a bulky 380 pounds. We didn’t want him to use any anabolic roids though, since we didn’t want his ridiculously oversized gonads to shrink. He was a fatter but definitely packed on much more muscle mass as well. Built like a massive off-season bodybuilder, big Joe was like our personal big-balled, prize bull!
Matt’s brother, Cole, was 20 and in college. He was a talented basketball player and was blessed with a wiry, 7 foot frame. He had the biggest feet and hands I had ever seen. He wore size 15 shoes and his fingers could easily grasp on to a basketball with one hand. He was back for a short break and Matt had told him about how we made our beefy neighbor into a whimpering sex slave. Cole’s eyes shone with lust and interest.
“Can I fight him and make him my bitch too?” Cole asked excitedly.
“You know he’s three times heavier than you are, you beanpole!” Matt laughed.
“I know. I can take him down! I’ve never fought such a big man before, but I know I can kick his ass!” Cole pressed on.
“I wanna watch that!” I chimed in with a smile.
We strolled over to Joe’s house and walked right in and saw our hefty prize bull standing at the kitchen, buck naked like how we ordered him to be, making a meal. His muscled back was as wide and as thick as a barn door, tapering down to a smaller, albeit chunky, midsection, and then expanding into massive, thick glutes and trunk-like legs.
“Good slave boy! Naked and stuffing your fat face, just like we ordered you to. Since he’s a good bitch, I think we can let our big muscle slave cum today, right, Matt? The last time we milked him was almost a month ago” I smiled as I sauntered up to Joe. My eyes wandered to his low-hanging, overgrown testicles. I reached between his legs, and Joe instinctively brought his muscular thighs together and whimpered in trepidation, as if that would keep me away from his ponderous genitals. My fingers wandered around the large, meaty, orbs, admiring their weight, and gently stroked the smooth, pendulous scrotal sac that barely contained those heavy, cum-filled organs. Joe’s comparatively small cock almost immediately came to life and throbbed in proud erection in response to my ministrations. His oversized testicles felt squishier than usual and had a slightly bluish discoloration, instead of the usual pink. My bull had big blue balls!
“That tiny cock seems excited to see us,” I mocked as Joe hung his head in shame.
Cole’s jaw was slack with shock at the stunning male specimen standing before him. 6’10” and 380 pounds of beefy muscle with a pair of huge balls that seemed to proudly announce his masculinity.
“Come with us, slave!” I ordered as I tugged on Joe’s pendulous balls, and he obediently lumbered forwards, whining softly in discomfort as I used his floppy scrotum as a leash.
We went down to Joe’s basement, which was clear and the perfect place for a match between Cole and Joe. No one would hear us down here.
“Look, slave boy, Cole here is Matt’s brother and wants to fight you. The rules are pretty simple. Don’t punch each other in the face or poke anyone in the eye. You gotta go to work and Cole won’t want to explain any black eyes or broken nose to his parents. Otherwise, it’s no holds barred. The first guy to submit is the loser. There will be three rounds altogether. Winner will be guy who wins the most rounds. Simple?” I explained.
“Hell, yeah!” Cole jumped up in excitement.
“The winner gets to do whatever he wants to the loser. Slave boy, if you beat Cole, we won’t bother you anymore and you won’t be our little bitch any longer,” Matt continued. As he intended, that seemed to light some hope in Joe, stirring his fighting spirit.
Cole took off his shirt and left his basketball shorts and Nikes on, as he strode to the middle of the basement floor. Joe walked forward to meet his opponent, his dangling male nuggets schlepping from side to side as he did. We could see Joe’s will to fight had returned, he seemed more confident and almost cocky again, probably thinking that he could regain some of his male pride by defeating Cole.
The two fighters cautiously circled each other as Matt and I watched on. Cole was 2 inches taller than Joe but Joe was three times his weight. Cole threw the first blow, landing a slap across Joe’s surprised face, and laughed at the angry hulk. Joe tried to hit Cole back but Cole’s longer arm span meant that he could continue to land smacks on the infuriated bull and remain beyond Joe’s reach. After 5 smacks, the furious bodybuilder changed tactics and began charging at Cole, hoping to hit him. Cole easily dodged his massive opponent but the bigger man, his face red with anger, continued charging like a bull. Instead of only avoiding his attacks, Cole started swing punches into Joe’s chubby sides as he avoided his husky clumsy opponent. This was where his muscles were thinnest and therefore, where he was more vulnerable. At first, Joe almost didn’t even notice the strikes. Slowly but surely, the pain was beginning to take its effect and Joe’s attack had slowed considerably until he could only amble ridiculously.
The big bodybuilder tried to protect his sides but this only allowed Cole to smack his pudgy face. Confused and in a lot of pain, Joe just stood in the middle of the basement trying to use his brawny arms to protect his head and sides as Cole continued his relentless attack. Finally, Joe reached out and managed to grab hold of Cole’s arm. Matt and I gasped in surprise as the hefty hulk then grabbed Cole’s other arm. We thought Cole was done for. Joe’s eyes glowed victoriously as he pulled Cole towards himself, probably to bearhug him into submission.
Instead of panicking, the wiry Cole used Joe’s grip on his arms as leverage and swung his bony knee between the giant man’s thick, trunk-like legs. A loud thud emanated through the basement as his hard bony knee smashed into Joe’s large, dangling, cum-laden gonads. Joe’s victorious look immediately evaporated, as his jaw hung slack, no sound escaping the stunned behemoth’s lips as the agony of Cole’s hard, bony knee crashing into his sensitive, squishy meatballs started to register. Before his burly opponent had a chance to protect his stricken manhood, Cole swung two more devastating knees into the larger man’s traumatized testicles, each connecting with their target with deadly, nauseating force. The final knee to his battered balls was so hard that his 380 pound frame lifted off the ground a few inches, and even made Matt and I cringe.
A strangled groan escaped the injured hulk’s lips as he immediately released Cole’s arms so he could clutch and protect at his plump, aching man plums. He doubled over in agony, his knees buckled, and he slowly dropped to the ground, making weird whining puppy noises as the pain and nausea from his brutalized balls blazed into his abdomen. He remained on his knees, his hands clutching his hurting manhood, his eyes squeezed shut, and his mouth open in the typical “O” response to testicular pain. It was as though he was frozen in a posture of utter agony, unable to move, or do anything other than make keening noises.
Cole stood in front of the kneeling hunk and grabbed him by his wrists. Joe was in too much anguish to resist. Hoisting his muscular arms above his head, Cole stood in the V formed by his muscular legs, drew his foot backwards and smiled as he unleashed a savage kick into Joe’s unprotected, bobbing balls. Joe howled in anguish, and his entire muscular body spasmed uncontrollably as Cole’s size 15 Nike crashed into Joe’s sensitive, nerve-filled, vulnerable genitals with a sickening thwack.
“You fucking broke my balls! Oh fuck, you broke my fucking balls! I give! Please… no more!” Joe sobbed, his voice an octave higher, as he collapsed into a fetal position. He cried miserably in agony, writhing around in a desperate attempt to relieve the pain blasting from his big busted boy balls.
“Well, we know the winner of Round 1,” Matt announced with a shrug as Cole sat down to recuperate. He reached down to adjust the swelling bulge between own his legs, as he looked contentedly at the pitiful bodybuilder on the ground, sobbing and nursing his injured bulging babymakers.
I knelt beside Joe, reached between his legs, and gently felt his testicles, worried that Cole had actually ruptured the big man’s fat balls. He resisted but I told him to shut up and let me check for any injuries. Joe whined as I rolled his overgrown gonads around with my fingers, obviously causing him more pain. While his male nuggets had definitely swelled up, and were now larger and squishier than before, they were still intact. What a relief!
“They’re ok, you stupid pussy! Stop making such a fuss!” I scolded the sobbing bodybuilder as I stood up and kicked his beefy buttocks in contempt. My kick barely registered, the fallen hulk was too consumed by the agony in his fragile spunk-makers.
It took a good 30 minutes before Joe could slowly stagger to his feet. When he finally did, Matt announced gleefully, “Round 2!”
Cole impatiently jumped to his feet, eager to brutalize the bigger man’s weak nards again. Joe stood slightly bent at the hip with one hand in front of his groin, wary of having his aching balls attacked again. Cole circled the massive male like a lion eyeing an injured rhino. With his free arm, Joe tried to hit his tormentor. Cole easily avoided the wildly-swinging muscular arm, dancing out of reach as Joe grew more frustrated. As his punches grew weaker and clumsier, Cole grabbed the brawny arm and quickly twisted it behind Joe’s back. Joe screamed in anguish as his right shoulder became his new source of pain. Cole viciously twisted his arm until it was close to dislocating and Joe’s shrieks grew hysterical.
Cole’s free hand plunged between the howling bodybuilder’s fat butt cheeks and latched around his pendulous, oversized testicles as Joe’s screams became more panicked. Cole’s huge hand, which could easily hold a basketball, grabbed hold of the two plump, meaty orbs. Deftly, he let go of Joe’s brawny but now useless arm as it flopped to his side, and yanked on his low-hanging nards backwards and upwards. The pain from his crushed plums caused his abs to spasm and he automatically doubled-over, which only made his manhood more vulnerable and exposed Cole’s sadistic abuse from behind.
Enjoying his dominant position, he tightened his grip on poor Joe’s squishy, oversized gonads until pink, shiny, fleshy bubbles of testicular meat protruded from the gaps between his fingers. You could almost see all the engorged blood vessels shining through the stretched, slightly translucent ballsac! Poor Joe squealed like a stuck pig as Cole crushed his trapped, traumatized testicles, his muscular thighs squeezed together in a useless attempt to protect his abused manhood. For his amusement, Cole started walking while tugging and crushing the beefy bodybuilder’s balls. To ease the pain, he was forced to lumber backwards. Cole continued to make the big clumsy oaf stagger about backwards as Matt and I laughed uncontrollably at the sight. The pain and humiliation soon caused Joe to trip and he fell on his face awkwardly, forcing Cole to temporarily release his vise-like grip on his foe’s rapidly-swelling nards.
Joe’s relief was short-lived. Not allowing his fallen opponent to recover, Cole grabbed each ankle and hoisted them upwards leaving Joe facedown with his pelvis in the air. Before the hulking man could react to his predicament, Cole swung a brutal kick that smashed into his vulnerable, dangling testicles with a gut-wrenching thwack, drawing a high-pitched squeal from the stricken bodybuilder. The kick was so hard Joe’s fat, pendulous gonads swung forwards to smack into his lower abdomen only to swing back and meet another savage kick from Cole’s large, unforgiving Nike. Joe’s massive frame spasmed and went completely limp after the second, and his miserable squeals suddenly stopped. Unable to support Joe’s heavy lower body any longer, Cole let go. Joe was out cold, the pain too much for his brain to bear. We turned him over on his back to inspect the damage. Both his normally big balls were now swollen to the color and size of large, juicy ripe apples, making his cock look more pathetic and tinier than before.
“I guess you win Round 2,” I laughed as I looked at Cole, who had a raging boner tenting his shorts obscenely. Cole smiled as he reached into his shorts to adjust his throbbing erection. After about ten minutes, Joe began to stir. Cole immediately sat on his broad, barrel-like chest and slapped his face about.
“Wakey, wakey, big boy!” Cole taunted.
Groggily, Joe tried to swat Cole away, but Cole reached behind him and smacked Joe’s bloated balls hard. Joe yowled in pain, and was now fully awake. He whimpered miserably and stopped resisting as Cole now teased his fallen opponent by pinching his pudgy cheeks and shaking his head from side to side.
“Please… I can’t take anymore… my balls can’t take anymore… please… I can’t fight anymore,” Joe begged his younger opponent, tears streaming down his face.
“So I guess Cole is the winner. And he can do whatever he wants to you, big guy,” Matt told him, as Joe miserably nodded in submission.
Cole got up and immediately yanked down his shorts and boxers and his raging boner sprung out. Matt and I stared jealously at Cole’s massive 12 inch cock. Joe’s eyes were wide with shock as well, his little cock seemed to shrink even more with humiliation and shame.
“On your knees!” Cole commanded and Joe complied with his face planted on the ground and his large butt in the air.
Cole knelt behind him and grabbed hold of his squishy, swollen, abused testicles to trap them at the base of their pendulous sac. He then started slapping Joe’s battered gonads with his engorged cock. Joe whined loudly in torment with every smack of Cole’s enormous cock on his big, bloated, bruised balls. It was both hot and hilarious to watch as Cole used the symbol of his masculine strength, his big dick, to punish the weakest and most sensitive part of Joe’s anatomy, his massive, but useless testicles. Despite the pain and abuse, Joe’s cock began to grow and was soon throbbingly erect.
“This masochistic fag likes being humiliated!” Cole smiled.
Cole then grabbed Joe’s hair roughly, and made him kneel with his face inches away from his huge boner. The big bodybuilder obeyed, kneeling there with his low-hanging, overgrown, cum-filled nards resting on the ground. Cole planted his foot on Joe’s swollen balls, and applied pressure as Joe’s eyes and mouth grew wider in trepidation and pain.
Cole grabbed his leaking boner and used it to slap the humiliated man’s face. Without being asked, the defeated and degraded hulk started sucking on Cole’s cock.
“Fucking sissy cocksucker needs to worship a big cock!” Cole mocked as Joe hungrily sucked on his engorged penis.
Within minutes, Cole leaned his head back and moaned in ecstasy as he unloaded his male milk into Joe’s mouth. Joe gagged but Cole stepped down hard on his trapped testicles. “Fucking swallow my load, sissy fag boy!” he commanded.
Joe gulped down his spunk, visibly disgusted by the taste. Cole then started moving his foot back and forth, squashing Joe’s battered, bloated balls as though he were trying to kill a bug. Joe groaned in pain but surprisingly, his hips started bucking involuntarily as his little cock squirted out globs of grey jizz all over Cole’s shoes. After about 12 squirts, Joe was spent. It was an unbelievable amount of cum. Cole’s entire size 15 Nike was covered in Joe’s spunk.
“You stomped the sperm out of his balls!” I remarked in surprise. Joe was glassy-eyed and appeared dazed from the pain and pleasure in his groin.
“Fucking gross!” Cole cursed as he stomped down hard on Joe’s trapped, tenderized, traumatized testicles, which were now exquisitely sensitive after ejaculation, completely ruining the bodybuilder’s orgasm. Joe screamed once, and then his eyes rolled back into his head and he passed out again from the inhumane pain in his bruised, battered, bloated balls. His unconscious body slumped back. Cole then contemptuously wiped off Joe’s jizz on his sagging, floppy nutsac, and spat on the unconscious man’s now purplish, very-swollen, busted genitals.
We walked out, leaving Joe to wake up and clean the mess he left. I was hard as a rock, and planned to come back and humiliate Joe and get my rocks off later.